"What?"
"Kiss me.." Georges eyes reopen and he stares up at the other liddedly. He waited and seemed to grow a bit more courage, almost demanding the other to give him affection. He seemed to be the one in power.
Dreams eyes lower to his lips again for a moment, only daring to do so while in thought. His own breath his shakey and god he's wanted to do this for a good few weeks by now.
"now. Please.." Georges voice tone is the same, expectant.. But when his plea surfaces, his tone is softer.
Dream is so taken back and breathless, he doesnt realize he's taken too long. Georges expression grows disappointed and sour, turning over on the bed and away from the other. Regret reeked.
The blonde quickly moves up to his fours and climbs over the brunette who turns his head to look up at the other and their lips meet, warm and gentle.
Clay shifts down to lay above the other on his forearms and knees, eyes shut and gut shifting in heavy feeling weather soft and gleeful sparkles or thick and hot waves.
George is kissing back colder but softer, a hand shifting up and pressing his palm and straightened fingers against clays jaw and neck. He didnt realize how much he wanted this. Or rather needed this.
The blonde groans out something from his throat and he moves away from the other, parting from the kiss and taking a moment to stare down at the other who seemed more emotionally untied than usual. George stares up at the other in light surprise, seeming a lot more weaker and calmer than his usual expressions and body language offered him.
"Fuck.." Dream mumbles plainly, in a light groan of complication or just in fixed arousal he could barely ignore.
He moves off from above the other and onto his back, huffing out a sigh and staring up at the dark ceiling, asking himself if he was asleep again.
There's shifting beside him and george is on his other side, facing the blonde.
"Thank you." He tells softly.
Dreams eyes shift over to look down at the other.
"For..just... Everything.." He explained, feeling akward now and soon hiding away his face in a bundle of dreams blanket they'd dragged back from georges room earlier.
"Youre welcome, george." He tells the other after a moment of their shared silence.
////
The morning is all the more different. Today george didnt have class and dream did. The brunette woke up alone and in the alphas bed, soon shifting around and thinking to himself, recalling what happened that night.
It was all unrealistically perfect.
'So howd it go?
No drama?
Any booze?
Need a ride?
Did you hit it off?'
He reads the missed messages by wilbur and smiles to himself. He was thankful for the other looking out for him.
'Meet me in the cafe in an hour'
he types back only to receive a quick reply.
'Oooo morning gossip
Ill see you then :)'
On the way was a decently cold reminder of how fragile it all was. George got shoved twice in the hallway and a couple people call him a couple things he'd rather not hear.
His eyes water while he kept walking, asking the world why he wasnt allowed to keep having good expiriences or generally fair treatment.
The cool air hits his face nice and refreshing when he leaves the dorm building and starts making his way to the cafe.
////
"
So. dream. You like him, dont you?" Georges expression shifts into something rather uncomfortable when he stops at the entrance of the cafe, meeting eyes with nick, who he didnt expect to run into.
"I dont see how that's your business." The brunette replied while pocketing his hands, the arm movement reminding him of the growing bruise on his shoulder.
"I do. He's my friend. And besides that, you hardly know him. I just want you to know what youre getting yourself into with him." Nick explained, eyes focused on the boy before him.
"Oh, so you dont want me hurting your friends feelings? Im surprised you even have friends with how many people you've slept with at this point" george tries to walk around the other and keep his eyes fixed down. Nick stops him.
"Shut up george, this is serious. You seriously didnt question why his parents are dead?"
How'd he know he knew?
"Yeah, I didnt. Because it's fucking rude, nick. Now go away," george tries yet again to get around the other.
"Youre being a clueless idiot, george." Nich shakes his head, seemingly fed up and frustrated before moving out the way and walking off.
"Ask him about where they went four winters ago."
George watches him leave and shakes it off, soon stepping inside of the cafe and huffing a sigh at the warmth. He walks over to the usual booth he and wilbur met up at, glad to see his friend present and waiting on him.
"Hey georget, need more rubbers?"
"Shut up, just as i guessed, we didnt use any," george grins with light flush, sitting down across wilbur and mentally coming up with a summary in his head of the night before.
"Raw, huh?"
"No! I meant ... I meant we didnt...have sex. We just slept together." George is red to the tips of his ears now, gaining laughter from his friend
"So.. Just.. Laying and cuddling and all that?"
The shorter boy nods, keeping his eyes down in thought.
"Lame. How was the food?"
////
"Clay. You seriously dont think i see what's going on here?"
"What are you talking about, nick?" The blonde asks with his arms folded and shoulder against his locker, eyes on his friend who slams his own locker shut. No one else was in the room with them, a few boys in the showers the next room over, if anything.
"You're picking george as your next--"
"Shhhhh, dont be so dramatic." Clay shales his head and walks past his friend, grabbing his backpack off the bench.
"Im gonna be dramatic. He doesnt deserve that, he's too--"
Clay cuts him off again, cold green eyes shifting to nick and offering chills.
"Oh so you know him better than i do?"
"I...i just dont want him getting too hurt, alright? I know a few other people better for what you can make them out to be instead of him, hes just too weak and--"
There was a sudden loud slam and nicks spine hits the lockers behind him, his air leaving his lungs, quickly looking up and staring at the blonde alpha standing before him, one veiny hand on his upper chest, holding him against the now dented lockers.
"You cant tell me who to pick."
"You're a psychopath, clay." Nicks wearing a brave face, glaring to the taller man.
"You killed your own parents. The law wont even let you see drista anymore. Youre alone."
"Dont. Dont test me.." Dreams expression is scrunched, hard glare fixed on who he thought was his friend and he raises his fist to threaten nick who tenses up.
He lets him go, pulling his backpack on over his shoulder, a hand fixing his blonde hair by pushing a lock or two from his now tired eyes.
"If i see you talking to george, youre through."
YOU ARE READING
another? /dnf/ /omegaverse/
Fanfiction"life's a little bit like a roll of the dice. that asshole in heaven throws shit at you and you have to make do and try your hardest not to fall apart under the pressure, with what god forces on you just to watch another person squirm." the taller b...
